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sweetpinkpixie · 04-22-2025, 12:52 AM

Nyle blinked, momentarily stunned out of his quiet concentration by the familiar voice. He’d been halfway through comparing the viscosity of two different Murtlap essence samples when the girl spoke up. It took him a second to place her—green sweatshirt, worn shopping list, that easy knowledge of the shop’s layout―but he got there eventually.

Not that he’d ever admit it out loud, but he’d been secretly hoping to catch the attention of her—the girl who worked here sometimes, the one with the bone-white braid and eyes like pressed violets or dusky amethysts. She reminded him of skeleton flowers and ghost orchids and other rare white blossoms that only revealed their beauty under specific conditions. Scary, in a way. Captivating, in another. It was probably for the best she wasn’t working today—Nyle wasn't sure he had the energy to pick his jaw up from the floor again.

So maybe it was a good thing that it wasn't her, the one the voice belonged to, but to someone more familiar. Someone who actually existed in his sphere. Phoebe.

She wasn’t just a fellow Hufflepuff... she was that Hufflepuff. Whenever he was the one sitting cross-legged in the greenhouse sketching fronds of dittany and jotting notes in margins with different colored ink for soil preferences, she had been there too...working on her own sprouts, doing her own sketches, or just existing there like he so often did. She was one who’d vanished mid-term without warning. Nyle hadn’t asked anyone why. He didn’t really do that—ask. But he’d noticed. He always noticed when someone who loved plants stopped showing up to Herbology.

He offered a sheepish sort of smile, lifting the bottle he’d been holding. "I was trying to read the text behind the price tag. Didn’t realize the label itself was doing all the hard work for me." He laughed under his breath, more to himself than anything, then set the pricier vial back on the shelf. "No wonder it’s a Galleon more." Nyle glanced at her again, trying not to be too obvious about it. She looked the same, mostly—though maybe a little quieter around the edges. Or maybe he was imagining that. Maybe he was just surprised to see her at all, here, like nothing had changed and everything had. "It's...really nice to see you again,” he said, voice a touch more earnest than he intended. "Not just because the reminder of how labels work. Though… the puffapods back at Hogwarts had been a bit sulky the more term went on." He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if that was a weird thing to say. It probably was. He rushed on. "I’m Nyle, by the way. I mean—I know we never really talked...and maybe you never even really noticed me. But I remember you. From class. And the greenhouse. And the corridors. Of course the Great Hall too and...well...yeah..."

He offered her a softer smile this time, tilting his head toward her half-crumpled shopping list. "You, um… doing okay? Need help finding anything? Though, well, you obviously have the better handle on the shop and how labels work so not sure of how much assistance I could actually offer..." He didn’t press. He didn’t ask where she’d been. He just… offered. A quiet space. Room to grow.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Nyle blinked, momentarily stunned out of his quiet concentration by the familiar voice. He’d been halfway through comparing the viscosity of two different Murtlap essence samples when the girl spoke up. It took him a second to place her—green sweatshirt, worn shopping list, that easy knowledge of the shop’s layout―but he got there eventually. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud, but he’d been secretly hoping to catch the attention of her—the girl who worked here sometimes, the one with the bone-white braid and eyes like pressed violets or dusky amethysts. She reminded him of skeleton flowers and ghost orchids and other rare white blossoms that only revealed their beauty under specific conditions. Scary, in a way. Captivating, in another. It was probably for the best she wasn’t working today—Nyle wasn't sure he had the energy to pick his jaw up from the floor again. So maybe it was a good thing that it wasn't her, the one the voice belonged to, but to someone more familiar. Someone who actually existed in his sphere. Phoebe. She wasn’t just a fellow Hufflepuff... she was that Hufflepuff. Whenever he was the one sitting cross-legged in the greenhouse sketching fronds of dittany and jotting notes in margins with different colored ink for soil preferences, she had been there too...working on her own sprouts, doing her own sketches, or just existing there like he so often did. She was one who’d vanished mid-term without warning. Nyle hadn’t asked anyone why. He didn’t really do that—ask. But he’d noticed. He always noticed when someone who loved plants stopped showing up to Herbology. He offered a sheepish sort of smile, lifting the bottle he’d been holding. "I was trying to read the text behind the price tag. Didn’t realize the label itself was doing all the hard work for me." He laughed under his breath, more to himself than anything, then set the pricier vial back on the shelf. "No wonder it’s a Galleon more." Nyle glanced at her again, trying not to be too obvious about it. She looked the same, mostly—though maybe a little quieter around the edges. Or maybe he was imagining that. Maybe he was just surprised to see her at all, here, like nothing had changed and everything had. "It's...really nice to see you again,” he said, voice a touch more earnest than he intended. "Not just because the reminder of how labels work. Though… the puffapods back at Hogwarts had been a bit sulky the more term went on." He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if that was a weird thing to say. It probably was. He rushed on. "I’m Nyle, by the way. I mean—I know we never really talked...and maybe you never even really noticed me. But I remember you. From class. And the greenhouse. And the corridors. Of course the Great Hall too and...well...yeah..." He offered her a softer smile this time, tilting his head toward her half-crumpled shopping list. "You, um… doing okay? Need help finding anything? Though, well, you obviously have the better handle on the shop and how labels work so not sure of how much assistance I could actually offer..." He didn’t press. He didn’t ask where she’d been. He just… offered. A quiet space. Room to grow. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like